Flower Shop

(inspired by CNY shopping with my mom)

Wordlessly, I watched the reincarnations,
Gobbling plastic, dismal specters of
A once glorious past.

I knew their ancestors, pretty worshipers
of the sun, of whom their children turn
Pagan. Their faith-

Withering in the abashed shadows,
Stiff bodies swaying infrequently to the
Blaring music.

'Come!’ the Keeper beckoned,
Gold teeth playing hide and seek on
Rugged contours. ‘Come.’

Listen to them, Sing with throats
Of Perspex and PVC, limbs that flail like
Crepe, hang loose

‘You want?’ reproductive organs with
No sense of shame. Clothes wrenched open,
exposing crude Reproduction. Man-

Made. To measure, dress ‘colour? Use
Dye.’ Cheap iridescence. They,
Mock my low taste-

Challenging me to bring them home
For spring. Seasons they have forgone
since. I laughed-

stepping out into the sun to relish my triumph-
They cower, synthetic faces shamed by memory,
as I scratched the itch under my wig.

Rock-y Road Continued

some interesting snippets from macs....

Ziyao: I like playing with lego. I like to build structures and after that pretend I am a dinosaur and trample them.
(No wonder he has a leg cramp:))

Ziyao: There was this time that the canteen uncle asked me to zao3 qian2, taking his word literally, I searched the floor for coins ( accompanied with actions) before realising that he was asking for change.

hahaha, he's a funny guy. xP

rock-y road

bandage would have been much better if people were more enthusiastic. i mean, its a rock band concert, not an academic lecture, you don't just sit down and PRETEND you are enjoying yourself. Oh well, it was really fortunate that our seniors were there to liven up the atmosphere, or it would have been quite a flop. I didn't catch the name of their band, stargazing down the......., but I thought they were the best of the lot, both in technique and in spirit. They made it worth the seven dollars.

bandage aside, yesterday was a rather 'informative' day, a weird description, but still apt. It told me that amelia has her foot deep in it this time, and it would be left up to me to rescue her should anything less than perfect happens. Alas! But that is the price of friendship. :) It also taught me that people are not always what they seem, and one's own speculation is usually very far from the truth, be it pleasant or unpleasant. Luckily for me, in this case, it was the former. (I apologize for being so general, it is in my friend's interest I am doing so. xP)

Met Zi Yao yesterday in macs. It was rather awkward at first, but got better later. The first part of our conversation went something like this

ZY to ame: 'Are you eating?'
ame: 'No, i am really full.'
ZY to me: 'You?'
me: 'No.'
me to ZY: 'Are YOU eating?'
ZY: 'No.'

Wow. So what are we doing in MACS?

Ziyao turned out to be very funny (take my word for it) and very nice (he treated us to drinks). It was rather scary the way he kept leaping from his chair clutching his leg and saying "Cramp! Cramp!" though. ( He was playing basketball before that so I guess he overexerted himself.) He didn't seem to like us saying he was funny and attributed his hilarity to euphoria from playing basketball. I remain unconvinced, however. :) Whats wrong with having a sense of humour anyway? It's an admirable trait.

I can't remember why, but there was this point in the conversation where he said that he didn't like people commenting on him being vertically challenged. There was an awkward silence, Ame and I looked at each other, and I was like 'oops'. ( I mean, what was I to say, 'no, you are really tall" ?) He's 166 by the way, and I was quite amused by how relieved he looked after learning that I was 162 and ame a full 11cm shorter. ( sorry ame, being short has its advantages too, just that you haven't discovered them yet. xP)

second hop onto the blogger bandwagon

My old blog, which now lies abandoned at http://nahar.fateback.com, was first started when I was in Secondary two. As it always goes with new acquistitions, I blogged with fervour for a few months or so, fuelled by the stress built up during the exam time period and the yearning for more doses of the lord of the rings 'media high'. Soon, however, this passion began to ebb, and I forsook the blog a mere few months after my first appearance into this rapidly growing, yet highly enclusive(those who stay being required to have the strength of will to make it last) blogging community.

Why then, you ask, do I risk humiliation once more by jumping onto this bandwagon a second time? Well, it may be that I have gotten too tired of the disappointed 'ohs' that come right after I have revealed the IN- existence of my blog and hence denied that particular someone of the pleasure of blackmailing me for its contents. Or it may be that I am a lesser Narcissist who wants to admire the intricacies of my own thoughts online, and in so doing, obtain another mirror in which I can preen myself in. It may also be that I am a failed economist who doesn't know that internet bills are significantly higher than stationery bills and thus caused myself more disutility by choosing the option with a larger opportunity cost.

But whatever it is, for goodness sake, let this last.